Harry Potter is owned by a lady who like trains. Nanoha has no overkill, there only befriend and reload.
Ginny Weasley and the Dark Lord's Device.
Chapter 3: Standing on a edge
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[Protective clothing, based on your personality, that protect you from relatively low level spells. There also seem to be an active part for more higher level protection which drains your magic.] Tom's voice came from behind her. Turning around, she saw nothing in the darkness [I'm the quiver on your back.]
"Oh, right." Ginny said spotting it "If these clothes are based on my personality, why do I have a Slytherin mark here?" she said pointing to said emblem.
[If I had to guess, the sorting hat would of put you in Slytherin if not for you being a Weasley, right?]
Ginny grimace at a memory "You would go far in Slytherin if not for the state of that house, shame. I shall put you in your second-best house, GRYFFINDOR!" the fact that she was a better Slytherin then Gryffindor stung, but she tried not to dwell on it. Tom's guess bought the sadness back.
[Let see, I would think that the blank mask shows your shyness, the cloak is of hiding your true nature, the leather armour is your hidden bravery I guess and I have no idea about your swords or my current form.]
Ginny pulled out one of the twin swords. It did look odd, a thin strip of metal with a single edge gently curving and ending in a sharp point. The hilt was of a rapier's cup guard, a red katana diamond patterned grip and a lion's head-shaped pommel. The twin was similar but with a green grip and snake's head-shaped pommel instead.
[In no way is this weapon practical.]
Ginny nodded her head, agreeing "You said that the clothes protect me from relatively low-level spells. What level is relatively?"
[At current magic level, the killing curse from an average wizard]
Ginny blinked "You're kidding?"
[No, Lady Weasley, I'm not. You would be injured, but you would be easily able to get to a healer under your own power or even keep fighting if needed.]
"That...useful I guess. How do I deactivate this? I don't want to walk around in a Slytherin's cloak." Ginny asked
['Return, Tom']
"Return, Tom!" Ginny yelled
[You don't need be bombastic with the shut down command...]
"Why didn't you say anything?" Ginny mutter back as the outfit dissolved back into the black diary. She looked up the tunnel "Now how do we get out of here?"
[Ladder] after a moment of nothing the book sighed somehow [Ginny...]
"Ladder" Ginny spoke in Parseltongue, causing part of the wall to melt, revealing a ladder up "Surprisingly straight forwards."
[What were you expecting? More dark holes to jump down?]
"It just so...mundane to everything else." Ginny started climbing "What is this place, anyway?"
[I'll tell you later. Just focus on getting to class for now.]
Ginny doubled her climbing rate at that.
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An ancient being stirred. Was something here a moment ago? Eyes opening, searching. Whatever it was, was gone. The eyes closed once more before violently reopening.
The only things that got in here were dumb animals for it to eat, too weak willed to fight of the weak compulsion put to ensure a food supply for it. That means a talker got down here. But why didn't they come to talk to it?
The being looked around. The place was very dark. Things that look like the talkers were sometimes frighted by the dark, maybe the talker was frighted.
It like talking. It chased away the boredom. If the talker was scared by the darkness, it was up to the ancient to fix it.
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Ginny walked out of potions, not as murderous this time, remembering there were worse teachers. She stopped. Wasn't there something different about the corridor?
Her blonde-haired dormmate also stopped "Wasn't there more torches when we went into class, Ginny?"
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